The morning sun rears it head after a fitful night. There is no telling what was done this night... and the results are confusing, even for Bala, who watches all.
A dumpster behind mee-mee's pastry shop has a body in it. The body of jpappy. Someone checks his phone's voicemail and the town hears a sinister voice telling him to vote a certain way and not tell anyone. Apparently, something went afoul with that plan, for jappy, an innocent is dead.
Inside the pastry shop, mee-mee is found. A revolver in her hand. A note scribbled in pastry chocolate on a napkin reads:
I can't take it anymore. They said it wouldn't be like this.
Mee-mee was mafia.
Finally, another dumpster, halfway across town is found with dozens of bloody rags and several needles, medical tape spools. and an empty bottle of painkillers... apparently, the doctor was busy last night.
A dumpster behind mee-mee's pastry shop has a body in it. The body of jpappy. Someone checks his phone's voicemail and the town hears a sinister voice telling him to vote a certain way and not tell anyone. Apparently, something went afoul with that plan, for jappy, an innocent is dead.
Inside the pastry shop, mee-mee is found. A revolver in her hand. A note scribbled in pastry chocolate on a napkin reads:
I can't take it anymore. They said it wouldn't be like this.
Mee-mee was mafia.
Finally, another dumpster, halfway across town is found with dozens of bloody rags and several needles, medical tape spools. and an empty bottle of painkillers... apparently, the doctor was busy last night.
